Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart..

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Sunday, February 27, 2011

If only.

My dreams are so ironic. They'll be depressing when I'm happy and at times when I'm the saddest I'll have a dream from which I never want to wake up. I read in Shantaram that a dream is a place where a wish and a fear meet.

I dreamt that he was saying I love you to me.
Over and over again.

I remember him typing it, I love you Shiromi. I love you, I love you, I love you.
And then he called me and said it until I wept with tears of joy and happiness.

It made up for all the nightmares I've ever had. The sheer unachievability of it and yet, how real it felt.